Chapter Three: Candice

A Chapter by Daisy Moon

Oh wow, that's a lot of blood Bess. Maybe you should have only shaved the right armpit, don't you think? I thought you liked your wart and you sliced through that sucker like a psychopath attacking his first kill. Mine was a hamster, but he deserved it. And no offense but I don't think you've got a big enough band aid for that mess. Go on now and get out the bandage wrap and fix up that bloody mess before you make me faint. This is precisely why I chose to become a notebook instead of a surgeon like my parents had hoped for. Blood and I, we don't mix. Oh, damnit Bess, you've dripped it all over me...

I hope you can still read this because I'm about to tear you a new one... page, that is.

Well at least one of us has a sense of humor. Now, put on your best set of clothes and not those trash Levis you bought from Harry the homeless hobo that you had a crush on before you realized Trevor and his rank (as in smell) might have noticed your inner (and very deep) beauty.

Stop drawing bullshit fairy tale outcomes before you get your hopes up. It's time for Biology, the only class you have with Trevor. Let the fool sit beside you before you go writing Mrs. Melbourne all over your notebooks, especially THIS one! The last thing I need is to become ashes because you’re crushed that Trevor decided Natalie Clayton was a little less... I don't think I even have a word to describe you Bess, honestly. And after all, look at Natalie...

She's about six foot five and thinner than a beam pole, not to mention she has that high class head gear, and she snorts when she laughs. You, however, don’t even laugh. Do you even speak? I guess if one goes unnoticed as long as you have, they will decide to keep quiet too. And Natalie, well she has friends. Elizabeth Ducky and Lulu Bear and she carries them around with her everywhere she goes. No, you don't need to remind me that her last home was the psych ward. I'm pretty sure it's obvious when she speaks to Lulu and Elizabeth in German and hails Hitler in the middle of poetry readings. Remember that time when she screamed bloody murder when that foreign kid sat at her table, and yelled, "Can't you see we are in a MEETING?” Trevor may want a wife that clearly belongs in the CIA.

Oh Bess, here he comes.... oh, and there he goes... and did he...

Definitely left a fart cloud behind... it could be a mating call? Don't give up now Bess! Maybe he just didn't want to make it so obvious.

"Hey fatso, who the hell do you think you're looking at?" Oh wow, I so heard that. It's time to use your voice Bess, let that b***h know that the ONLY person allowed to talk s**t to you, is ME! Who said that anyway? From the sound of her voice, she's pretty much a snot nose brat with a plastic face and fake tits.

Candice? As in Candice Henderson? Oh wow. Wasn't she... wait... let me rewind time and recall...

Yep, she's the same Candice. Only she used to be fat, like YOU Bess and she used to have braces and pimples and she was one of the ugliest kids in elementary school and if I recall... she was your very best friend. Oh yes, I remember her all too well. She experienced reverse puberty. She was ugly and then puberty hit and she became a beauty and well, you just stayed Bess.

I remember that photo Bess, I thought she would be your best friend forever, yet here we are and she's calling you names. Well, if you weren't so pathetic, I know you'd tell her something sharp and witty. Because if you had any confidence at all Bess you'd know that you were better than her. Now lard a*s, give her a punch to the grill and get her back into those braces, won't you?

"I'm speaking to your fatso. If you think Trevor has it out for you then you're clearly in denial. Even the ugliest boy in school would rather ejaculate in the mouth of a frog before he thought to look at you." I know I shouldn't be repeating the words she says Bess, but I need to remember what words I'm going to shove down her throat later. I want her to choke on her own words so when they find her dead they'll know it was suicide.

Clearly Bess, you're the piece of s**t your father has always thought you were because you can't even turn around and confront the moronic w***e. Sad Bess, so very sad...

Go ahead, close me and ignore me and then go home and cry yourself to sleep for the realization is harsh. You're one pathetic loser and deserve to be called anything bimbo calls you because you can't even stand up for yourself. No wonder your mother left you...